Shira was making more of the same medicinal paste for Emma. "After this dry, I will apply more."
He gave her a tight nod. "I will be away for no more than two hours. Do you think you can handle it?" Suddenly, he heard a screeching sound coming from the skies.
Shira ran to the window that overlooked the waterfall and gazed up. Her breath lodged in her throat. "That's a… dragon!" she rasped.
"Yes," Lazarus said through his teeth. He began dressing up. "And her name is Nephie. She has come to meet Emma because Emma's mother is a dragon rider."
"Oh. My. God!" Shira had goosebumps on her skin. "I didn't know that about Emma. Do you know how rare it is to see a dragon and that too a female dragon?" She couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful purple dragon.
"She has come to see her mate, who is Brantley Frazier's dragon."
Shira turned sharply to see Lazarus, her eyes wide like that of saucers. "Can I meet Nephie?"
